Forced Out - Part Two

I'm slowly roused from my uncomfortable sleep by a shrill buzzing nearby. My head pounds, my feet sting, and a dull ache permeates my every muscle. The air hangs heavy with the scent of vomit and liquor, the combination of the two and the same salty taste clinging to my dry mouth. My joints crackle as I slowly begin to writhe, groaning in discomfort and I feel the cold air against my partially exposed and raised behind. I can feel a strange pressure on my chest which only gets more unbearable as I absentmindedly begin to shuffle more of my body weight onto the cushion directly beneath me.

However, despite all the discomfort I can't help but feel strangely energized. Each and every ache and pain seems to diminish far faster than I was used to, or at least far faster than they had in years.

"Like...what the fuck..." I groan, freezing up as I hear my soft squeaky voice.

Suddenly it all comes rushing back, having my body stolen by my neighbor and accidentally getting stuck to some rainbow-headed bimbo. My eyes shoot open, only to be obscured by a mane of bright multicolored hair.

"Like...Oh my gawd!" I shout, cringing as I hear the sound of my own voice.

Without a second thought I reach up to move the hair from my face, yelping in pain as I stretch my face with a long shimmering silver fake nail.

"Ouchie" I squeak, slapping a hand over my mouth as I listen to my own infantilized speech. "What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I talking like a...a..." I think to myself, a throbbing sensation filling my skull cutting me off as I just try to focus on getting my bearings.

As I get my arms under me I slowly begin to lift myself up, the pressure in my chest slowly abating as it is quickly replaced with a heavy jiggling weight. My plump lips quiver at the tugging sensation, a light grunt escaping them as I begin to pull my wide hips off of the armrest and onto the couch proper. With each and every movement I feel my body shift in alien ways, the long hair dances around my vision as my curves wobble and jiggle with only the barest restraint offered by the skimpy outfit.

With one last heave of my weak slender arms I spin myself around, landing my firm yet cushioned behind onto the couch as my feet land against the floor. A loud clacking noise echos through the expansive room, the sound of my large black heels hitting the wooden floor acting as a reminder for my terrible foot wear.

Glancing down at myself I let out a sharp hiss as I wince at the sight of not only my own expansive tanned bust but also the puddle of stale vomit laying on the floor. Tentatively I reach up to my new chest, poking and prodding the heavy jiggly mounds which are barely contained in the sparkly silver top I was wearing.

"Urgh, what the hell is this even meant to be? It's so...so..." I think to myself. "Sexy" I mutter with a giggle, finishing my thought out loud as my stomach sinks. "I mean...like...Oooooh...Ummmm..." I murmur nervously, writhing in my seat as I try to make my own voice behave. "This is totally weird. I, like, need some water" I whimper, pulling myself to my feet.

With great care I sidestep the puke, my face twisting into a look of disgust as I realize that I'd need to clean it up later and relive the strange taste in my mouth. As I slowly begin to my first sober steps in this body I find myself strutting in an exaggerated manner, my hips popping and rolling from side to side as my chest and backside bounce enticingly. Any fear I had about walking in the high heels quickly dissipates, giving way for a fear towards how well I was actually walking in them.

The room I was in was massive. A purely open plan living space with a kitchen nook off to the left, a hallway leading off to the right, and a large wall of glass leading out to a lavish looking balcony. The design was extremely modern, utilizing light colors and glass to make the already large space appear more expansive, with dark accenting colors and top of the line appliances dotting the room and screaming of wealth.

The kitchen appears largely unused, with many of the appliances still sitting with their protective plastic film in place. The oven seems like it was installed relatively recently, a touchscreen asking for someone to enter what their cooking so it can do all the work.

Outside on the balcony my eyes dart over the large amount of greenery, the plant-life appearing to surround and outside seating area and hot tub. The city skyline appears fairly low beyond the windows, implying that I was extremely high up in whatever building this was.

"Like, who the fuck is this bitch?" I mutter aggressively before clapping my hand over my mouth in shock at how I was talking.

Before I can make it to the kitchen for water I so longed for the shrill buzzing returns to the room. Whipping my head around I see a small black handbag laying on the floor by the front door, the whole bag shaking as it vibrates against the floor.

Without a second thought I rush over to the bag, raising my hands daintily as I run and wincing as I feel my large bust tug at my chest with each hasty step. As I reach the bag I bend over, a blush spreading across my face as I once again feel the short skirt I was wearing expose my plump behind to the open air.

"Stupid fucking..." I mutter, tugging at the skirt with one hand as I fish around in the bag with the other.

After a few moments I pull out the offending device, a large new smartphone resting inside of a colorful leather case. Before I can answer the call the buzzing stops, leading me to breath a sigh of relief.

"Thank god" I squeak, my shoulders slumping as I realize how bad it could have been if I had answered the mysterious call as this mysterious girl.

However, as though reading my thoughts, the phone cheerfully chimes as it receives a message. My heart begins to race as I open up the leather flip case, cringing as I see the background image on the lock screen. It was obviously taken at some sort of festival, the background being a stage in the middle of a field of half-naked people and tents. Dead center was the young woman I had found myself as, her rainbow hair appearing far more bright and vibrant as she wears an obscurely tight rainbow mesh body suit. She is holding her fingers out in two peace symbols, her long tongue poking out from between her plump and slightly parted lips.

"I'm totally into rainbows...I mean she..." I muse, quickly half correcting myself as I unlock the phone. As it takes me to her homepage I quickly glance up at the notifications, finding the message I just received.